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embarrassing, seeing how turned on he could make me, this man who wanted to
tie me and whip me, use my body with no promises of anything other than pain
mixed with confusing pleasure.
“That’s it, baby,” he said. “Touch yourself for me.”
I rubbed myself a tiny bit harder, and I felt
myself starting to get even more turned on.
“Push your panties to the side.”
I pushed them over so that my pussy was exposed
to him, and I heard him groan and then the sound of his jeans being
unzipped. His breathing became
labored, and then he said, “Look at me.”
I looked at him, his hand wrapped around his
cock, stroking himself as he watched me my fingers
move over my clit.
“Do you know how badly I want to fuck you right
now?” he groaned, his hand moving up and down on his shaft.
“How bad?” I whimpered.
“More than I’ve wanted anything in my life,” he
said. “That’s it, baby, keep
playing with your pussy.”
I did as he said, my fingers moving over my
swollen clit as he jerked himself off.
“Put a finger inside yourself.”
I hesitated. I’d never done that before, my
masturbation sessions usually consisting of just rubbing -- very rarely had I
ventured much past that.
But I wanted to please him so badly, and he was
making me so hot. I slid a finger inside
my pussy.
“Fuck baby, that looks so good.”
We lapsed into silence, the two of us working
furiously, our hands and breathing settling into a matching rhythm.
He held his palm out to me. “Spit on it.”
I hesitated, because it was so dirty, so debasing.
“Adriana,” he said. “Do not make me get the belt back out.”
I spit on his hand, and he used it to lubricate
his dick as he kept jerking himself.
“Come to me.”
I inched forward on my hands and knees.
“Open your mouth.”
I opened my mouth and he jerked his hard cock
onto my tongue, slapping it against me, sliding it down my throat.
He closed his eyes and groaned, leaned back,
and I reached for him, taking my hand from my pussy and wrapping it around his
shaft, but he stopped me.
“No hands,” he commanded. “Eyes back down.”
I put my hands back down as he put his hand on
the back of my neck, sliding his dick over my tongue. Anytime I tried to close my lips around
his cock, he would stop me.
Finally, he stood up and picked me up off the
floor, carried me into the bedroom.
This was definitely not a normal apartment –
the bedroom was just as sparse at the living room, with just a bed and a
dresser.
The bed was a simple platform bed with a steel frame. Shackles hung from the headboard and the
sides. Callum laid me down in the
middle of the bed, on top of a soft taupe-colored comforter. He stripped off my dress and thong and
then I heard the clang of metal as he pulled the shackles down from the
headboard and cuffed me to the bed. He looked down at me, and his eyes softened, his fingers tangling with
my hair. He chest heaved with
arousal, and he swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“You know to safe word? “ he whispered.
I nodded.
He reached under me and pushed my knees up and
then, as if out of nowhere, from the sides of the bed he pulled out another
pair of shackles, which were placed around my ankles.
I was trapped now, bound to the bed, laying on
my back, my arms above me, my knees raised, my legs spread, giving him
unencumbered access to my body.
Panic bloomed inside of me as I realized just
how helpless I was, how at his mercy. And under that pulsed desire so strong I didn’t know it could even exist.
Callum stood up and walked around the bed,
staring down at me.
A shiver of trepidation rose up my spine as I
realized he’d brought the belt in with him, and he trailed it over the bed as
he walked, almost as if he was deciding what to do with me.
Then he shucked off his pants and mounted the
bed, grabbed me around my ass and pulled me down, and then, without warning,
flicked the
tie me and whip me, use my body with no promises of anything other than pain
mixed with confusing pleasure.
“That’s it, baby,” he said. “Touch yourself for me.”
I rubbed myself a tiny bit harder, and I felt
myself starting to get even more turned on.
“Push your panties to the side.”
I pushed them over so that my pussy was exposed
to him, and I heard him groan and then the sound of his jeans being
unzipped. His breathing became
labored, and then he said, “Look at me.”
I looked at him, his hand wrapped around his
cock, stroking himself as he watched me my fingers
move over my clit.
“Do you know how badly I want to fuck you right
now?” he groaned, his hand moving up and down on his shaft.
“How bad?” I whimpered.
“More than I’ve wanted anything in my life,” he
said. “That’s it, baby, keep
playing with your pussy.”
I did as he said, my fingers moving over my
swollen clit as he jerked himself off.
“Put a finger inside yourself.”
I hesitated. I’d never done that before, my
masturbation sessions usually consisting of just rubbing -- very rarely had I
ventured much past that.
But I wanted to please him so badly, and he was
making me so hot. I slid a finger inside
my pussy.
“Fuck baby, that looks so good.”
We lapsed into silence, the two of us working
furiously, our hands and breathing settling into a matching rhythm.
He held his palm out to me. “Spit on it.”
I hesitated, because it was so dirty, so debasing.
“Adriana,” he said. “Do not make me get the belt back out.”
I spit on his hand, and he used it to lubricate
his dick as he kept jerking himself.
“Come to me.”
I inched forward on my hands and knees.
“Open your mouth.”
I opened my mouth and he jerked his hard cock
onto my tongue, slapping it against me, sliding it down my throat.
He closed his eyes and groaned, leaned back,
and I reached for him, taking my hand from my pussy and wrapping it around his
shaft, but he stopped me.
“No hands,” he commanded. “Eyes back down.”
I put my hands back down as he put his hand on
the back of my neck, sliding his dick over my tongue. Anytime I tried to close my lips around
his cock, he would stop me.
Finally, he stood up and picked me up off the
floor, carried me into the bedroom.
This was definitely not a normal apartment –
the bedroom was just as sparse at the living room, with just a bed and a
dresser.
The bed was a simple platform bed with a steel frame. Shackles hung from the headboard and the
sides. Callum laid me down in the
middle of the bed, on top of a soft taupe-colored comforter. He stripped off my dress and thong and
then I heard the clang of metal as he pulled the shackles down from the
headboard and cuffed me to the bed. He looked down at me, and his eyes softened, his fingers tangling with
my hair. He chest heaved with
arousal, and he swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“You know to safe word? “ he whispered.
I nodded.
He reached under me and pushed my knees up and
then, as if out of nowhere, from the sides of the bed he pulled out another
pair of shackles, which were placed around my ankles.
I was trapped now, bound to the bed, laying on
my back, my arms above me, my knees raised, my legs spread, giving him
unencumbered access to my body.
Panic bloomed inside of me as I realized just
how helpless I was, how at his mercy. And under that pulsed desire so strong I didn’t know it could even exist.
Callum stood up and walked around the bed,
staring down at me.
A shiver of trepidation rose up my spine as I
realized he’d brought the belt in with him, and he trailed it over the bed as
he walked, almost as if he was deciding what to do with me.
Then he shucked off his pants and mounted the
bed, grabbed me around my ass and pulled me down, and then, without warning,
flicked the
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